Krispies Dear Louise
Headin' down to Beachwood park Waited til the day grew dark Everything is a little odd, oh no A little man shooting darts An old lady there walking her dog Wake, the world in disguise, oh yeah Come with me, dear Louise Here we go round the lemon tree End of the road, start of the show Step inside my dream Stroll around this empty park Only sounds are my own thoughts Loosen up and with little luck we'll unite
